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Just made the sickening realization that it's 2023 which means it's been 3 years since Check Please ended.

I feel like that one meme:

"Shut up no it's not."

"Yes it is."

"... No it's not."

"Y E S IT IS!"

But listen as long as I'm alive the Check Please Fandom will never die because it will always be alive in my brain

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Ok… I love this set up. Reblogging to hopefully see more in the future ;)

It feels like someone’s taken a bat to his head; everything feels slow, dizzy, as if he’s swimming in molasses. He tries to move, but something stings in his knee. Aw— fuck—

It could be worse, though, because the moment a quick câlisse leaves his lips, a young, blonde man slips his hand in his own, with a reassuring squeeze.

“Jack! Don’t move too much.”

He has a few freckles on his nose, and his eyes are brown, brown, brown.

Jack looks down, feeling his cheeks heat. He has no clue what happened, but is grateful for the cute nurse.

“Do you need anything?” the nurse asks.

He clears his throat, and finds it’s so fucking dry— “Water?” he rasps, and the nurse nods.

“Of course, sweetie.”

Sweetie? The nurse moves away from the chair, towards the hallway, and Jack steals a glance: he’s got a wedding band on his finger. And a cute butt. Damn it. He wouldn’t have the guts to ask him out, either way.

The nurse, not dressed as a nurse, comes back with the water, and offers it to Jack while pushing his hair away from his forehead. Aah. Can he also have a cuddle, please?

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

“T'es cute,” he says, before he can stop himself. Fuck— but maybe the nurse doesn’t know—

“Aw. You’re cute too.”

Jack quirks an eyebrow. Okay. So maybe not happily married.

And then, the real nurse enters the room. It makes sense; she’s wearing scrubs, with a stethoscope around her neck, unlike… that guy. Hm. So he’s someone Jack knows. Probably came along for moral support.

“Hello again, Jack, Eric—”

“Oh, please call me Bitty.”

Bitty? Oh! So a teammate. That makes sense.

“I’ll just take a listen again, all right?” the nurse says, showing Jack her stethoscope.

“Yeah.”

He tries not to stare at Bitty while the nurse takes the top of Jack’s gown off, but then Bitty is staring back. And there’s a funny light in his eyes when his gaze glides over Jack’s chest.

Wait. Is he fucking his teammate?

Again?

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ok yes I would love an animated omgcp netflix show, obviously. but also the idea of the fandom growing giant again instead of being just a few dozen of us makes me lowkey sad

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Yes😂😂😂😂😂

their fourth grade kid comes back from school one evening and tells them they’re supposed to write down a family recipe and bring it to class to make a book. bitty is vibrating out of his skin, but kiddo turns towards jack and asks, “papa, what do you put in your morning smoothie?”

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2022 commission rates! <3

hey y’all! new year, new rates! i’m still a full time college student who has stuff like tuition, food, and living costs to take care of so if you’d like some reasonably priced art for any reason, i’m ya girl!

even though omgcp is like my Main Thing i do art for, i’m totally down to do art for any other fandom, or even you, a loved one, or your OCs!

i think i included most of the relevant information in the post, but if you’d like to see more of my art for examples you can check out my art tag, and i’m opening up 10 slots to start but i should get thru em pretty fast :p and if you have any questions or are interested, feel free to DM me anytime! <3

reblogs are as always deeply appreciated! <3 :D

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look I am not saying the falcs win the cup the year jack and bitty get married but.... lord stanley ships zimbits let's leave it at that

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pataters watching the 2018 stanley cup final :,)

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Kent: I just have this voice that keeps telling me negative things, y’know?

Kent’s therapist: Like, anxiety?

Kent: No, I’m talking about Carl

Kent: He’s kind of a dick

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has this been done yet?

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NHL Breaking News: Jack Zimmermann Develops Peanut Allergy

i’m just thinking about how if one day jack developed a peanut allergy and mentioned it to the press one day that he couldn’t use his favorite brand of peanut butter anymore, how much a field day the press would have with it. it would be like a week away from playoffs and the falconer’s star forward canNOT have his pregame peanut butter and jelly sandwich. .the HORROR. the DRAMA. the conspiracies of BIOLOGICAL SABOTAGE!!!

jack: “it’s not that big a deal my boyfriend can just make me other types of butter….”

some redditor: KENT PARSON BIOHACKED JACK ZIMMERMANN AND TRIGGERED A PEANUT ALLERGY

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I was commissioned by the lovely people of the @kentparsonbirthdaybash for the 48 hour draft challenge!

I picked a prompt by @omghappinessplease: 

“Instead of flying to move to Vegas after being drafted Kent drove cross country, trying to forget about everything behind him and before the draft, and focus on the road ahead”

I’d never drawn a car before, but I was possessed by the spirit of the Cardigan’s video for My Favourite Game haha!

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These are my pieces for this year’s @omgcpreversebang. Many thanks to @flamboyantly-asexual, who wrote a wonderful Alice in Wonderland AU, “Out of the Hockey Rink and Down the Rabbit Hole,” which can be found here. Please go read it!!

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My other 2/4 illustrations for this year’s @omgcpbigbang2019! Ohohoho, I got my lil’ grabby hands on a goooood one~ Check out the amazing story that goes along with it:

Firecracker by @spideylovesgwendy “ Kent’s best friend (with benefits) tells him she’s pregnant with his child, and if he doesn’t want the baby, she’ll adopt it out. Kent doesn’t want the baby. He’s still dealing with issues from his childhood and every failed relationship. He’s not ready to come out. He’s not ready to be a father. He doesn’t want to be. (Except he does.) “

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"What if Bitty had another nickname," Holster offers abruptly. The question falls into dead air, room going silent, as the inhabitants flap their lips weakly. No noise falls out.

Chowder frowns. "His name is Bitty, isn't it? Because it shortens to Bits?"

Dex blinks - oncetwicethrice confusion - and raises his hand. "I don't like that."

"It feels inherently wrong," Nursey agrees. The two eye each other with mutual distress and horror, both at the suggestion and the fact that they've agreed on something in public. Where other people can see. It's too horrible to contemplate for long.

"I mean, Bits has a first name, right?" asks Shitty. There's a pause. "Right?"

"Of course Bitty has a first name," Lardo retorts, but her voice wavers. Pouncing on the moment of weakness, Holster opens his mouth as if to repeat the question. Ransom presses a gentle hand over his mouth and keeps it there.

"Johnson would know," Chowder mutters.

Shitty pats his poor baffled face. "Johnson would leave us more confused than we started, good man."

"Let's ask Jack," Dex offers, tone desperate. Eager eyes spin to him as he dials Jack's number.

"I think he's in class," Ransom points out.

Holster escapes the confines of his hand. "This is more important than his education."

"What's Bitty's first name?" Nursey demands into the phone, arm shoving Dex's face away, and Dex attempts to bite him before ending up with a mouthful of sweater. Privately, he thinks tastes like ink and old books as he scrapes his tongue. The implausibility of this doesn't occur to him.

From the other end of the phone, there's the sound of Canadian confusion. It sounds like regular confusion, but with more tricks of the mind. "Eric?"

"No, I'm Derek," Nursey stresses, and Jack hangs up the phone.

"I guess we'll never know," Lardo says, relieved, and focuses back on her latest sketch. Holster opens his mouth the speak again. Ransom places one hand, then the other, over his face.

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Not check please! But this is really cool! First ever pride game.

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Lol. Love this!

One day the Bittle-Zimmermann child is going to be fourteen and it’ll be all, half-mad, half-joking, “Well maybe I’ll just run away!”

“Oh yeah, sure,” Bitty’ll say, “and where will you go?”

“To a friend’s place!”

“Of course. And in two days you’ll call home crying and it’ll be all Dad, at what temperature do you proof the yeast, again? Dad, how many sticks of butter do you put in your dough? Dad-”

“That’s not true! I know how to proof yeast! And I know how many sticks for a pie dough!”

“What about sweet tart?”

Stomping up the stairs. “I’LL LOOK ONLINE FOR BAKING TIPS.”

“I’M ONLINE BAKING TIPS!”

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Kent V. Parson, first female captain of the NHL